User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190616212940

In the eastern woods of Mossflower, northeast of the quarry, a foreboding atmosphere hung over the land, though the same could be said about most areas during the reign of the Bloodwrath. No longer was fear by the quarry centered around the possibility of adders and snakes ambushing one in the night, but rather of fellow woodlanders turning on each other without prior warning. Many an unsuspecting group had been torn apart from within, without any means of defending themselves. The only truly "safe" place to group up was at Redwall Abbey, but even then there was still the very real risk of fatal injury. Most travelers made the decision to reside by themselves in the woods. After all, in these days, traveling alone and armed was the best option.

One such traveler, their species concealed and cloaked in green, stepped cautiously through the trees and the bramble, taking extra care to make as little noise as possible. One wrong step could bring with it major consequences. The only light they had to guide them was the full moon in the sky, shedding a beautiful yet also eerie light on the surrounding woodlands.